Of the fundamental cause, accounts may slightly vary
Man bites bat or bat bites man, either way its pretty scary.
In a market selling food to the poor; scorpion, bat and dog,
Millipede, cat, locust, beetle, hamster, slug and frog.

People so poor they can’t afford a tin of spam
Thus is life on the streets in Wuhan.
For there was invented, for our enjoyment, fun and pleasure,
The virus known as Covid 19, the worldwide newfound treasure.

The virus spread, the people sick, some even went and died!
So the Chinese issued a new law, all bat-meat must be fried.
Several weeks later the shit there hit the fan
Sickness and dying everywhere, all across Wuhan.

But the world is global, international, and we’re all into sharing
And the latest gift to cross the globe shocked even the Chinese into caring.
Alexa started coughing, never a good sign
President Xi admitted that a little problem he indeed did find.

By then it had started in earnest, the spread of the disease.
Italy, Spain, America and Britain, all brought to their knees.
Markets crashed, shares dropped out of sight
The world in financial crisis and forced into a fight.

People locked up, public meetings banned
Because coronavirus travels so easily from hand to hand.
Shops closed, workers all sent home to wait.
Mask up, stay indoors, we all await our fate.

We’re getting a taste, in this apocalyptic gloom
Of what life might be like, when we never leave a room
Gym classes done online, speak to the family over Skype
Post modern techno-society forced upon us overnight.

We drink with friends over Zoom, use Streetparty to meet the gang
Work is done from the bedroom, until the WiFi hub goes bang.
No hugs no kisses for friends you may pass
Groping strangers not allowed, not even a pat on the arse.

But we WILL get over it, like Gloria Gaynor we’ll survive,
Because the human condition is such that as long as we’re alive
We simply have to make direct contact, that will indeed return
Staying two metres apart makes that indeed a hard corner to turn.

We will return to ‘real life’ and hopefully pretty soon
Boris is getter better, and not a moment too soon
To lead us back to health, both physical and monetary
Good luck with both of them, especially the monetary.

The NHS are heroes to every last man, woman and thing
Working right in the face of that awful viral ring
They don’t have tests, they don’t have vents not even sufficient masks
But God bless ‘em all, keep ‘em well, help ‘em with their tasks.

Yes, the same ‘omnipotent and omniscient’ God who started this whole thing
Looking down benignly as that bat felled Chi Dong Ying. (Name changed for his protection and my rhyme).
I make no judgments, the religious take comfort where they must
I’ll pray to the NHS in whom we all must trust.

Happy Friday

A xxxx